Live Like It's Last Day Of My Life

Chapter 1: Why Is This Day Repeating?

The sun was rising over Crimson Academy, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and gold. Birds flew past the tower roofs, and the morning breeze was gentle, almost calming. Students filled the courtyard like they always did — walking in groups, laughing at silly jokes, heading to their first classes with sleepy eyes and half-eaten breakfast buns in hand.

For them, it was just another ordinary day.

But for me…

It was the same day.

Again.

I stood alone by the fountain, my eyes locked on the rippling water. My reflection stared back at me — quiet, tired, but alert. My long silver-blonde hair flowed in the breeze, soft waves falling down my back. I wore a deep midnight blue robe with silver embroidery, tied with a red sash at my waist. The robe was open in front, showing my black tank top and shorts underneath. It wasn’t the usual school uniform. But after repeating this day four times, I had stopped caring about rules.

I looked up. Same sky. Same voices.

Even that boy near the gate tripped over his shoelaces again.

This was the fourth time.

Everything kept happening the same way. Over and over.

Three days ago, on my seventeenth birthday, my grandmother gave me a strange gift — an old silver pocket watch. She looked at me seriously when she placed it in my hand.

"This is not just a watch, Lyra. It’s a choice."

A choice for what? She didn’t explain. She disappeared that same night. No letter. No clue. Just gone.

Since then… I’ve been stuck.

The pocket watch hangs from a thin chain around my neck. I held it in my hand now, staring at the surface. Smooth. Cold. Etched with ancient symbols I couldn’t read. Every time I open it, it ticks once… then stops.

No second tick. No movement.

Just silence.

It’s like time itself is frozen. Like I’m the only one moving forward… while the rest of the world stays stuck on repeat.

The academy bell rang in the distance.

Right on time.

Same as always.

I looked around. The same teacher dropped her books at the same spot. Two friends near the courtyard bench laughed at the same meme on their phones. Someone in the distance shouted, “You’re late again, Kai!”

Even that voice was exactly the same.

I wasn’t dreaming.

This wasn’t a prank.

I’ve already tried everything — skipping class, shouting in the middle of assembly, even running to the headmaster’s office.

But when the sun sets… the day resets.

I woke up in my dorm, and it’s this morning again.

I’ve cried. I’ve panicked. I screamed into my pillow.

But now? I was done feeling scared.

If time wanted to play with me, fine.

Let’s play.

I slipped the watch back under my robe, took a deep breath, and started walking toward the tower. If this day was going to repeat forever…

Then I’d use every version of it to find the truth.